heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh......
This is a story about my Master, Oshou-sama. All characters belong to their respective owners, of course, and Oshou-sama belongs to herself and the gangsters at the Chinatown Fair. ^_^x heh heh heh....
The four members of WeiB looked up, afraid for the first time in a very long time. The woman standing before them wore long baggy pants and a tight 70s-style t-shirt. She smiled manically, cracking her fingers effortlessly. Her black hair reached the center of her back, and arching bangs partially concealed flaming red eyes. Her purple glasses gleamed darkly.
Youji lit another cigareete, sighing. "Yare-yare..." he mumbled, readjusting his sunglasses. "This isn't fun."
"Oh, but it is!" the psychopathic Oshou-sama shouted, the steroid induced high still raging through her perpetually unstoppable body. SHe started to giggle, and laughed loudly, hands on hips.
WeiB sweatdropped.
"Hey you!" she called, pointing to Omi. The small killer swallowed.
"Ewww!!! What are you wearing?!" Oshou-sama cried, wrinkling her nose and pointing, her finger bending slightly backwards. "How can you wear such a crappy outfit! Anime characters are supposed to be COOOL!"
Again, WeiB sweatdropped.
Aya picked up his katana. "Shi-ne!" he screamed, running for her, sword over his head.
There was a crash, and when the smoke cleared, Youji, Ken, and Omi sweatdropped.
Oshou-sama had Aya by the hair, holding the chibi-man in the air as he tried to escape. She held up the katana and threw Aya to the ground, stomping on him to hold him down. With her superior steroid strength, she bent the katana backwards, and shouted, "SAKABADOU!"
Everyone sweatdropped.
She picked Aya back up, and sighed. "I can't change your clothes now..." she said sadly. Laughing histerically, she carved an X on Aya'c cheek with her fingernail. After rearranging his hair, she giggled and showed the slightly ticked off Aya to the members of WeiB. "See?" she said loudly as she bonked him on the head until he was unconscious. "It's a modern Kenshin!"
Everyone facevaulted. Oshou-sama turned, and saw the writer. "You! Slave!"
The writer sweatdropped, holding up hands to show submittence.
Oshou-sama dropped the bonked-out Aya-gone-Kenshin, stepping menacingly towards the writer.
"Please Oshou-sama, don't kill me!" the writer cried in fear.
Six months later....
Dan-san and Tim-chan went to the hospital to see the writer. As they entered the hospital room, they saw the now-deformed writer, wrapped in bandages. "Still in a body cast?" Dan-san asked, sitting in one of those really uncomfortable chairs.
"Muah." That was a muffled affirmative from the writer.
Tim-chan sighed. "That's what you get for pissing off Oshou-sama..."
Onegai shimasu, Oshou-sama, don't kill me!
This is a story about my Master, Oshou-sama. All characters belong to their respective owners, of course, and Oshou-sama belongs to herself and the gangsters at the Chinatown Fair. ^_^x heh heh heh....
The four members of WeiB looked up, afraid for the first time in a very long time. The woman standing before them wore long baggy pants and a tight 70s-style t-shirt. She smiled manically, cracking her fingers effortlessly. Her black hair reached the center of her back, and arching bangs partially concealed flaming red eyes. Her purple glasses gleamed darkly.
Youji lit another cigareete, sighing. "Yare-yare..." he mumbled, readjusting his sunglasses. "This isn't fun."
"Oh, but it is!" the psychopathic Oshou-sama shouted, the steroid induced high still raging through her perpetually unstoppable body. SHe started to giggle, and laughed loudly, hands on hips.
WeiB sweatdropped.
"Hey you!" she called, pointing to Omi. The small killer swallowed.
"Ewww!!! What are you wearing?!" Oshou-sama cried, wrinkling her nose and pointing, her finger bending slightly backwards. "How can you wear such a crappy outfit! Anime characters are supposed to be COOOL!"
Again, WeiB sweatdropped.
Aya picked up his katana. "Shi-ne!" he screamed, running for her, sword over his head.
There was a crash, and when the smoke cleared, Youji, Ken, and Omi sweatdropped.
Oshou-sama had Aya by the hair, holding the chibi-man in the air as he tried to escape. She held up the katana and threw Aya to the ground, stomping on him to hold him down. With her superior steroid strength, she bent the katana backwards, and shouted, "SAKABADOU!"
Everyone sweatdropped.
She picked Aya back up, and sighed. "I can't change your clothes now..." she said sadly. Laughing histerically, she carved an X on Aya'c cheek with her fingernail. After rearranging his hair, she giggled and showed the slightly ticked off Aya to the members of WeiB. "See?" she said loudly as she bonked him on the head until he was unconscious. "It's a modern Kenshin!"
Everyone facevaulted. Oshou-sama turned, and saw the writer. "You! Slave!"
The writer sweatdropped, holding up hands to show submittence.
Oshou-sama dropped the bonked-out Aya-gone-Kenshin, stepping menacingly towards the writer.
"Please Oshou-sama, don't kill me!" the writer cried in fear.
Six months later....
Dan-san and Tim-chan went to the hospital to see the writer. As they entered the hospital room, they saw the now-deformed writer, wrapped in bandages. "Still in a body cast?" Dan-san asked, sitting in one of those really uncomfortable chairs.
"Muah." That was a muffled affirmative from the writer.
Tim-chan sighed. "That's what you get for pissing off Oshou-sama..."
Onegai shimasu, Oshou-sama, don't kill me!